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The sound of rumbling, and I am awake again,
The reverie is broken and sudden awareness of the world around seeps in,
All around, everything is so still,
Birds chirp their warning calls and I know at once, something is coming,
Looking outside the sky draws my attention at once,
Suddenly that rumbling returns,
I can already see the fine drops as they begin their heavenly descent,
You can barely see them as they fall rapidly,
There is no breeze yet, just fine flecks of rain,
Watching the drops slip from the clouds, I notice the trees begin to sway,
They seem greener all of a sudden,
It is as though their sudden richness in colour is the trees' way of smiling,
Without realizing, I too am smiling,
The sky is pale, but quickly darkening,
The connection is inexplicable, but somehow I feel calmer too,
With each raindrop, I feel different,
My soul is being cleansed while my heart is being lightened,
I feel at ease again,
T'is a strange thing, but the rain always moves me,
And always comes when I am at my weakest,
By now nature is in full bloom, with the foliage greener than before,
Even the Copper Pods in the garden look exquisite; in all their dewy yellowness,
As stray drops strike my face, I smile more basking in the serenity,
The smell of wet mud always comforts me; today even more so,
Gushing with pride the rain falls,
The colours of an Indian Monsoon are dancing before my eyes.
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A Voice Unheard - Part II: Poetry
Poetry"A Voice Unheard" is an anthology of both prose and poetry covering topics related to human life and the struggles humans go through manoeuvring human relationships. It deals with issues that people don't normally feel comfortable expressing or deal...
